Heavens not made enough

He appeared all for the idea of him teaching her a new language - his language, perhaps his native tongue if he had learnt it first. She didn't think he would so be quick to reply. If only she could repay him somehow. It seemed he was always teaching her something, first fighting and now another language. She is grateful to have such an intelligent man at the centre of her universe, the sun she spun around. And handsome, but now she was getting all mushy. The question remained: how could she repay him? Learn another, completely different language and teach him that? Learn to heal, as much as she loathed having flowers in her face? What could she do?

Then the perfect idea struck her, and she would keep quiet about it, inwardly grinning a devilish grin.

"Is now a good time?" she asked with a small laugh, sending a quick glance behind her shoulder. Past the trees the sun was beginning set, fiery amber rays streaking across the sky. Another day come and gone. Many would now start to head back to their dens, preparing for slumber, though Zephyra usually took advantage of the later ours. She preferred the night over day, finding comfort beneath the moon and ebony sky. Though if the alpha found these twilight hours unsuitable, she would be alright postponing it for tomorrow. One Japanese phrase was enough for her to work on.